The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-03-04

grinding Of the dirt between his collar and his
neck, angered Brother Dorsey aud taking up
the switch Sim had brought, he proceeded to
use it with vigor that made Punkin wrlthe and
dance, aud finally cry out Justify.
"Therc," he cried, giving the boy shake, II
have punished You severely. Be thankful that
did not measure it by your offense. fear
have sInned In allowing myself to get angry,
but have no apologies to make to you. Cor
Punkin did not stand upon the order of his
going, but went as fast as his legs could carry
him.
Brother Dorsey looked about for Sim, and
finally found him some yards distant, down up
on the ground, convulsed with mirth.
well. Elder" he managed to say with diff
Guilty, II hope you had refreshin' meetn. O
| Lord! hits too good"
Brother Dorsey was embarrassed, and stood
| with his head bowed in silence.
Il amt gwine to tell on ye," continued Sim,
You needn't be bit afeard nv it. I'll take my
| Bible oath never seed ye tech i'm. You never
| preached a serment in yer life whar you made
your pint ez plain to yer congregation ez you did
to Punkin. Hit done my bottom soul good to
| yer the little catamount screech. You done ez-
zacly right. Elder. an don't you be borrowin
| trouble III de-vance about it.
81 cont ask you to keep it. l shall tell his
| parents all about it."
Take my device now, Elder an don't you do
| u. Jis 60 right along ez eff nothin' he'd hap
pens,i fur eft it ever gifts to Sister Barkers yers
| she'll snatch you ball in a mint"
'Yon misjudge her. She is godly woman
| and would not do me injustice"
she's mighty good woman ez YOU saw, the
! best one ever know'd but she's liable to git
| rled. Even preachers does that wunst in a
! while, you know, an mind | tell ye she'll rifle
! quicker fur Punkin than fur anything else.
Don't you tell her onless you Jis has 20. tur
give 20 warnin', she'll split yer church wide
| open"
But the hoy will tell"
Not a bit of it. go your security on that.
Lord didn't you lather him. though! Say,
kind O. like you. an l don't want to see you ei,
into diff fckelty by bitten off morn you kin chaw,
an say agin, don't you tell nobody"
He took Sims advice
| 1T was good meetin'" said Sister Barker ia
the two ministers as they were preparing to star,
the next morning. I'm little disappointed
| though. on Lishy's account He was a gittin
| along so we'll tell he seed that mis- able picter
| mint before he peared to have right a. holt OF
| the Lords han; but that kind O. upset him
He's so easy led astrav that git discouraged
| thinkln about it. At SIGH times I'm afeard
theirs no shore thing of his gittin' to heaven IN
| less somebody shoots him when hes a-shoutin'
| Dear. good Sister Barker. The Lord whom
| she loved and served spared her to see commo
| dious frame Methodist church built within q
stones throw of her cabin. And. better yet, te
| see Lshe. but little while in advance of her
| go down into the valley of the shadow in the
| triumph of faith When they finally laid he,
| beside him in the graveyard On the bluff, every
| body believed, with the Rev Ed ward Dorsey
| ID. d., who preached her funeral sermon tina,
| husband and wife had met in the golden street:
| of the New Jerusalem"